She bit her lip as she turned, images of what was about to happen flashing in her mind. She thought of his strong hands and thick fingers roaming, no, consuming her body, and her melting underneath him.
A honk from the car behind her startled her back to attention. She waved an apology and continued down the street, her route memorized from years of making this trip. Still, it somehow never got old. The chemistry between them stayed electric, her heart beating faster every time she even thought of him touching her.
The last turn, almost there.
She let her hand slide slowly down her white t-shirt, feeling the swell of her chest and the place where they started to fall out of the sheer lace bralette she bought for a recent occasion of theirs. She loved the way her tits felt in this outfit, the lace adding tantalizing texture to her soft skin. Chills appeared on her arm. She smiled, glad she was wearing it; he loved it when she dressed up for him and she loved the way his eyes devoured her. She tweaked one nipple and then slid her hand across her chest and did another before allowing her fingers to travel downward.
Forcing herself to go excruciatingly slowly, she used her middle finger to feel the hem of her short skirt, circling the place where the skin met the fabric. She slid her finger up the inside of her thigh allowing her breath to quicken and her focus to drift--only a moment--before wandering further.
She slowed even more as she got to her pussy, barely allowing her finger to make true contact. Her nipples hardened in excitement and just as she pulled into his building's parking lot, she allowed her index and middle fingers to plunge as deep inside her as they could go. She stomped on the brake, her eyes closing and her head falling back as she enjoyed this introduction to the night's plans. She gasped. It felt so good, her fingers moving slowly inside and out of her, and knowing that he--or any of his neighbors--could be watching her. She bit her lip again, opening her eyes to see who had seen. Didn't look like anyone, but part of her hoped someone had seen and she simply hadn't noticed.
She pulled her fingers out and licked them clean before putting the car in park and turning it off. Only wanting to get things started, so to speak, she promised herself she wouldn't be here long, but couldn't resist a little bit more. She dipped her fingers in her pussy and moved them to her clit, spreading her legs apart to give herself better access. She closed her eyes as her fingers moved in circles, varying their pressure. She squirmed with pleasure, feeling the wetness between her legs.
'He's going to love that," she thought to herself, imagining his hot breath in her ear as he told her how much he loved how wet she got for him.
She shuddered and sat up, leaving her wet fingers to air dry. She adjusted her skirt and shirt and walked up to the door.
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"Hey, glad you could find the place," he joked, opening the door. She kept herself from pushing him into the room, slamming the door and ripping his pants off immediately, but only barely. She had finally learned how exquisite pleasure could be when you had to work, or even just wait for it. She blushed a little at the thought, her face flushed as she saw his piercing blue eyes slowly taking her in, starting with her short skirt and ending with the most intense eye contact she had ever experienced with anyone else.
His hunger fed her, need pulsing through her veins. She met his intensity and threw back some of her own, licking her lips as she remembered the weight of his cock in her mouth.
"Yeah, me too," she flung her bag over her shoulder and stepped in, gently pushing him aside with a swing of a hip. He let her, falling into the wall as she closed the door behind her. It latched and he stood up straight, his eyes narrowing slightly, her throat in his sights. It almost scared her. She felt herself get wetter. She dropped her bag as he pushed her against the door, his hand pressing just hard enough on her throat. He leaned in and kissed her, his lips pressed against hers; their tongues perfectly in sync as they kissed. His hands moved to his hips as he stood closer and closer, the bulge of his jeans rubbing against her sensitive clit. She moaned in his mouth.
"You know I'm supposed to let you in, right?" He whispered in her ear.
She let out a ragged breath and nodded.
He waited, his grip tightening.
"Yeah, but you love it when I take what I want," she said, a devious glint in her eye. She was right though, and they both knew it. He loved that she was trouble and she loved that he was too. They craved chaos and mess and loved that none of their close mutual friends knew they'd been fucking for years.
